I saw her from afar, the lonely form wandering down the expressway. The streetlamps burned like stars. The headlights, the taillights flew, in a dizzy blaze of speed.

My honda stopped beside; while she peered in. Staring at me through the door window, mouthing her silent words of: "Sir, can you take me? Let me come home to stay. Please.."

My door opened, and closed, and no more would she say. And we rode on together in separate worlds, while the radio sang tunes of sex, dreams and misery.

Images outside the windscreen rolled by, like movies, like magic, at the touch of the witching hour playing soft reflections of streets, shops, and lights in her eyes of pale shimmering glass.

I woke up startled to the ominous sounds of chilly winds flapping through the open window and saw an angel sitting on the sill with her spread of wings ruffling in the air.

She says, "
I miss you in my loneliness
Looking at your face, I suddenly smile at you
Though I know this dream will never come true
My tears keep rolling down
Because if it's not fated
I want to let it go
But it keeps engraving deeper and deeper in my heart
The more I try to let it go the more it accumulates
After all I cannot forget you
"

She turned to give me a look
I would never forget
Before jumping
Down
Without a word
Without a scream
Till the sound of a thud



An angel has hit the ground.




Every falling droplet contains a reflection inside, of its surrounding world.
Catch one. Hang it from the tip of your finger.





I collect all their tears and put it in a bottle.